Written Here

I need a sponge
all purpose
barely poetic
or a conduit to make sense of tunes
liberating articulation
familiar
contrived
warmed by night
untouched by honey

Locked images
accomplished phrases
written here

(Not sure this makes any sense but today’s challenge is to take a poem and respond to each line (separately and backwards) to create a new poem.  This poem arises from the work of David Stones, “Upon This Page”, found in his book of poems:  Infinite Sequels.